The Perfect Storm - Chapter 4
“Felicia Amber Tayle,” Thatcher murmured, as though he couldn’t believe it. The Tayle family had employed his mother long before she had sent James off for a better future and long before their father died. Thatcher couldn’t believe he had forgotten his best friend.
After Anemone had lost her job with the local herbalist, she had stumbled upon the Tayle family’s home without anywhere else to go. The elderly couple and their expectant daughter and son-in-law lived together in a large home deep into the city where they had plenty of space and enough room for many trees. Anemone spent time raising both of her sons and the newborn Felicia, who basically grew up together on all that land.
Thatcher looked good and hard at his friend, who was so different now. “How is your family?” She was an only child, from what he remembered.
Her smile fell and she looked at her hands, curled up delicately in her l
A Loser in More Ways Than OneWhat a fake, thought the boy as he sat staring at his opponent. The other boy was more of a man, in reality, and was a good three inches taller and 40 pounds heavier than this boy. He had a mean snarl etched into his face and stared menacingly at both his competitor and the crowd gathering to watch this new development.
“You ready, David?” came the girlish voice of the first boy’s companion. David grimaced up at him from his spot on the wooden bench. He squinted in the sunlight and unbuttoned his shirt.
“Course I am, Ed.”
Ed laughed to himself when he saw David turn back to the older boy with a nervous look in his face. “You’ll be fine, lad. Whatcha bettin’, anyway?”
“My head on a platter,” David grunted.
Ed tried to look cheery. “See? No big deal!”
“I’m ready for my prize, David!” growled the older boy, who stood and ripped his shirt over hi
Mea CulpaThis is a letter written to a young man's first love, so it's obviously not my own! heehee
All these years I have regretted. I have never forgotten your smile, not for a moment, nor your beautiful blue eyes. I cannot remember a night I did not lie awake and think of you, remembering your darling ways and qualities that I hold so fond to my heart even now.
It has been very long but I still remember those four summers I spent in the heart of Rome with you. The day that I admitted my love for you, it rained. You told me that you didn’t love me in return and couldn’t. We were too close of friends for that sort of thing. Do you remember the promise I gave to you? I told you that I would wait underneath your window every night for you until you fell in love with me.
I saw you at times, but I’m sure that you never saw me there. I planned to wait for one hundred days, and then surely you would come out to m
Anything For YouBaby, can we get this straight?
I think it’s time you ought to see
That I really really love you and
As long as you want me to, I’ll be…
The Sheffield to your nanny
The Henna to your hand
The Eleanor to your Louis
The marcher to your band
The lightning to your thunder
The wind to your summer day
The Arya to your Eragon
The smile to your face
The Amanda to your Kurt
The sun to your dawn
The Elizabeth to your Will
The car to your Bella Swan (oh yeah!)
The skyline to your New York
The confetti to your parade
We complement one another perfectly
In every single way
The light to your shadows
The icing to your cake
The xbox to your inner boy
The first kiss to your first date
The Wendy to your Peter Pan
The pencil to your drawing
The trophy to your athlete
The Cinderella to your prince charming
The lyrics to your music
The stereo to your heart
The “call me” to your “maybe”
The idiotic to your smart
The ring to your finger
The chocolate s